Smut-Shots

“Smut-Shots” Part 1

A/N: This is the first in a series of one-shot smut fictions with various pairings with different perspectives and different styles. There is no plot to them and there is no connection whatsoever to the canon series. I am just expressing my perverse needs onto the computer screen for everyone’s entertainment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. All characters depicted herein belong to Mr. Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.

This one-shot contains:
-Anal Sex
-Oral Sex
-Fingering
-Hand jobs
-Rimming
-Dry Humping -sort of-

Paring in this one-shot:
Matt and Mello

Style: First person: Told from Matt’s perspective. No dialogue.

It had been far too long and we were as desperate as we were ravenous. Nails raked skin and tongues sought to dominate the usually kind gesture. Our right arms were holding our heads in place while our left arms raked, groped and rubbed any bit of skin they came into contact with. Moans and groans were muffled as neither of us wanted to part our mouths. We were both fully aroused, naked and prepared for the few minutes of copulation that would bring us the release we so desperately wanted, but we both knew it was far better to prolong that act as long as necessary. We settled for rubbing against one another, only spurring on more of our desired sounds made for our ears. We began to move slowly, our feet nearly tangling and sending us both to the ground. My legs hit the edge of the bedding and this finally prompted us to separate our mouths, a faint trail of saliva and the tips of our tongues the only indication of our passionate oral embrace.

We were panting hard and our skin was flushed, but we could not stop, we’d crossed that barrier already and there was no turning back. He looks at me with those deceptively tender blue eyes and a loving sort of smile crosses his features. His scar was a double edged blade, beautiful and tragic at the same time, but to me it only made him more of the person I knew he was internally; he was always a double edged blade, unpredictable yet I knew him better than anyone else. He was my enigma and I was more than happy to call him as such. My right arm trailed upwards and tangled themselves into blonde hair before trailing downwards, touching the sensitive scar tissue and moving downward. This act makes him shudder as we stood on the precipice between the bedding and several walls, both of which would help our goal.

That tender look all but disappears as his gaze becomes predatory and he uses his right arm to shove me backwards. The bedding was soft, but it made me grunt nonetheless. He wastes no time in straddling me and leaning forward, at the same time, pulling my head upwards so that we could continue our kiss. I do no object and help along by getting into a seated position and snaking my left arm around his neck and letting our internal battle commence. He chooses at this point to readjust himself while we kissed to straddle my left leg and gently grind on it, essentially humping my leg slowly. I respond by moving my hips upwards, meeting his grinding with my own. I would have to alternate my arms because I could not hold our weight up for long, being thin had its disadvantages.

I did not need to exercise that though for much longer; as if he knew my predicament, he leaned heavily on me until my arm gave out, sending my back onto the bedding once more. He was unwilling to part our mouths, but then again, he tasted pretty awesome. I am not a fan of his choice of confection he ingests on a near daily basis, but this night as on every rare occasion like this one, I am more than willing to forget about it. We were still grinding against one another, pre-cum weeping out and heightening the sensation. It freed more moans and groans. I felt his thighs tighten a little around my leg and grind a little harder; he was getting close. I reached between us and motioned him off my leg. He froze momentarily and almost dislodged his mouth, but I held on and continued to nudge him off of my leg, willing him to hold off a little longer.

Reluctantly, he did just that but continued to straddle me. He was not the most patient person, but…well there is really nothing more to say; he is just impatient. To prove it, I soon felt 3 fingers sneak their way into our kiss, his mouth dislodging itself from mine, breathless once more. I made to remove them with my other hand, but he was faster and shoved it aside. He only looked at me with an intensity that never fails to send chills down my spine. The fingers went deeper into my mouth and began to move. Sighing, I began to suck on them, letting my eyes flutter until they were half ways closed. I gripped the hand the fingers belonged to and began to move my head. I worked those fingers with lips and tongue. I felt his other hand rest on my shoulder and heard his breath quicken a little. He was certainly trying to contain his eagerness for both our sakes. I was no better off, feeling painfully hard, but unlike him, I had the most patience, I could prolong this for perhaps 2 hours at the most until we were practically screaming for release; I should know, I’ve done this the last time and it was amazing. This was more on his time though, but I was willing to test his patience just a little longer.

He removed my hand’s grip from his own and finally removed the well salivated digits. He leans into my neck and begins to lick and nibble the skin there, one of 2 locations in that area that I never fail at responding to and becoming distracted by. His longer hair tickles my neck, causing me to shudder. I feel him smirk before I feel him slide a little lower before a finger was at last felt at my entrance. I mentally brace myself and accept the invading digit. It begins to work immediately, raking and seeking my pleasure center. I lift my hips and begin to bear down on that finger, helping it to find that sensitized knot within me. I suddenly arch hard and let out a loud, drawn out moan. He only smiles then goes back to attacking my neck and teasing my prostate before inserting the second digit. I hardly notice it with the dual sensations that he’s attacking me with. I only perceive a slight pressure in my rear as he begins to scissor his fingers. It is not unpleasant, but it is also not something that area of me is not entirely used to. Before I know it, the last digit is inserted and I am further stretched. Only here do I begin to whimper, willing my body not to clamp down and force them out of me. Another wave of pain and pleasure fills my senses as my knot was touched again.

He thrusts the three digits in and out of me for a little while, letting me accept the sensation of something large and invasive inside me. I am all but squirming under him, partially in discomfort, but those fingers, tongue and teeth were doing amazing things to make me forget about that at the moment. It is not long before I feel him withdraw those fingers. I wince a little at the loss of contact, but that sensation of loss is quickly replaced by hardened flesh. He removes his mouth from my neck and looks at me with those blues, questioning me silently. I nod slowly after a moment then groan as I felt him begin to enter me. I felt my rear end go upwards as he goes into a kneeling position; I had not noticed that he’d already positioned himself while distracting me, he was just that good.

When he is fully sheathed within me, he pauses, letting me accept his length and girth. He was not well endowed as I had recalled from our first encounter, he was average, but he had a thicker girth than me. I was just a bit longer than him, but thinner in girth. After a short while, I nod at him again and then feel him withdraw and then that sensation of being filled replaced it. He started out slowly, knowing very well that his size, mainly his girth always made me uncomfortable each time. I whimpered a little, but let him continue. He adjusted himself a little each time he withdrew, seeking my pleasure center that his fingers had found. While searching, I feel his left hand clamp onto my neglected member and begin to stroke me slowly. His mouth returned to my neck area and began to attack the sensitive flesh, causing me to squirm a little. I gasp loudly and let out a breathy moan. Seeing that he found my sweet spot, he begins to thrust into that location again. It was painful as is was heaven to be hit there. My hips began to move on their own accord, meeting his thrusts and seeking to drive him onto my prostate harder. I braced my legs on the bedding as much as I could while I thrust downwards.

With each passing thrust, I could feel myself getting closer to release, it was such delicious torture. To my complete surprise, he withdrew from me, I winced again at the loss. I looked at him confused. He does not say anything, only pull me into a seated position and forced my back against the wall. I was still caught in the effects of the encounter to comprehend what he was planning to do. When I was fully braced against the wall, he straddles me again, this time stroking me once more. I arched into his hand, seeking more contact, an interesting feat considering our positions. When I was leaking again, he gathered some then proceeded to finger himself for a little while; I could only gaze at him through lust clouded vision, a lazy smile plastered onto my face. He lifted himself up and moved forward, grabbing my shaft before lowering himself onto it, sheathing me into him. Being of a thinner girth, there was no major issues, but he’d under prepared himself and winced at the still dry sensation. He paused, willing himself to calm down and to accept me into him. It was only here that it finally clicked into my lust clouded brain as to what he was doing.

I took his member into my right hand and began to stroke him. He made a sound of protest, but that turned into a groan as my hand moved faster. He braced his hands on my shoulders and lifted himself up before lowering himself back down. He’d decided he wanted to ride me and I was fine with that. He took his time, letting the dry sensation pass. I decided I would help him along. I gathered some of his pre-cum and moved my hand in between us and circled his ring of muscle as he rose, giving him a little more lubrication to work with. His smile before leaning to steal a kiss showed his appreciation for this simple act. I took the initiative and pulled him in with my left arm, not for a kiss on the lips, but to tease his neck area. I tilted his head to the right and licked the scar tissue, earning a soft moan and a shudder. I removed my mouth and encouraged him to continue. He gasped and nodded, continuing to move onto my shaft. I shifted my hips a little each time he rose, seeking to return the favor of giving him pleasure as he had with me. This was no easy feat as my sex-heightened senses were telling me to release into him; I was not willing to, not until he’d given me his consent. This was often by him clamping hard onto his own shaft when his limit was reached. The ring of muscle will spasm and send me crashing over the edge.

This was not happening yet, he was still trying to impale his prostate on my shaft and I was doing my best to help. He was getting impatient though, his breathing through his nose was telling me that he was getting frustrated. I leaned ahead and claimed his mouth before a growl could be made audible. I held him there while shifting my lower body and angling myself to help him along. I ended up going into a lounging position with a lapful of frustrated blonde that was trying hard to give himself pleasurable feelings. I moved my hips up and then it happened. He let out a loud moan and shuddered, leaning forward slightly. I grinned, happy to have at last calmed down the beast that threatened to break free. We started this new pace for a while, his moans and gasps were threatening to send me over, but there was no sign from him yet.

Three thrusts later and he gripped himself hard, stopping himself from cumming between our sweaty bodies. He used his other arm and pulled me forwards while he leaned backwards. I understood what this meant and let myself feel my own orgasm as those walls bore down on my shaft, milking me dry in a matter of seconds. I continued to thrust a bit more as the wave of pleasure rode itself out. It would be so easy to just collapse on him, but I had to finish him off. I withdrew from him slowly and leaned in for another drawn out kiss before trailing down his body, nipping and licking skin that happened to cross my vision on the way down. A hand came to rest on my head, encouraging me to go faster. I finally reached his inner thighs and took time to look up at him; he was flushed and his hips rose and fell slowly.

I grip his shaft and begin to pump him a little, seeing pre-cum leak out. I lean my head forward and lick the clear fluid from the tip. His hand grips my head harder and tries to force me to take him in all at once, but I stop him and remove my grip. He knows from past experience that I do this as a form of punishment for his impatience. He glares at me and huffs out a breath, but removes his hand and instead uses both to grip the headboard. I grip him again and just to be sure, I look upwards, seeing his hands holding onto the wood a little tighter. I lick the head a little bit longer before taking it into my mouth and sucking gently. I hear a creak, but I don’t need to look up to know he is trying his hardest to contain himself. I continue to suck him gently, eliciting many moans from him. I have to put more weight onto his legs and lower stomach to keep him from squirming. I let go of him, hearing a sound of protest, but I ignore it so that I lay on top of him and straddle his face while gripping his shaft.

He gets the clue right away and proceeds to pump me and rub his thumb against my still sensitized member. I pause to allow him to work me back into full hardness, the process taking a little longer, but still happening regardless. I stifle a groan when he begins to massage my balls, kneading the soft fleshy sacks with fingers. I feel him shift and before I could say anything, I feel a wet muscle trail upwards, making a lazy path between my anus and balls. I shudder when that muscle invades me and slowly moves in and out. In response I stroke him again while he tongue fucks me. He keeps this up for a little while; his hand still pumping and teasing me.

When I am hard again, he shifts again and slaps my ass, the go sign for us to begin sucking each other off. I use my weight to hold his hips down while he uses his right arm to hold my weight up. I feel him take me into his mouth and I respond immediately in kind. Our heads bobbed in unison and we moan around each other’s shafts. The vibrations were overwhelming, but I willed myself to keep on for a little longer. I could feel his muscles twitching below me and I knew he would let go very soon. I moved my head up and worked the head with just my tongue and oral suction.

He arches up and releases into my mouth, dislodging his mouth from my shaft to let out a loud moan. I pump him hard at this point, taking as much of his seed as I could; the salty taste did not bother me anymore. When he at last went soft in my mouth, I swallowed what I could and wiped the excess from my mouth. I hear him get his bearings before he takes me back into his mouth and doubles his efforts, using his tricks that never failed to send me over. That wet cavern felt amazing and that tongue was doing wonderful things to me. I did not last long and soon released into his mouth. Unlike me, he was still unaccustomed to having cum fill his mouth, but he took it like a champ and swallowed, a look of discomfort and disgust crossed his features for a little while. I get off from my position and weakly sidle myself beside him. We would need to take a shower later on, but for the time being, we were merely content to settle in the afterglow, tired, sweaty, sated and reeking of sex. We were both fine with that.

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A/N2: So how was that? There will be more as time and imagination allows. I do not disappoint. There will most definitely be more ;)